Poesie in lingua straniera

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I cannot meet the Spring - unmoved -
I feel the old desire -
A Hurry with a lingering, mixed,
A Warrant to be fair.

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No Notice gave She, but a Change -
No Message, but a Sigh -
For Whom, the Time did not suffice
That She should specify.
She was not warm, though Summer shone
Nor scrupulous of cold
Though Rime by Rime, the steady Frost
Upon Her Bosom piled -

Of shrinking ways - she did not fright
Though all the Village looked -
But held Her gravity aloft -
And met the gaze - direct -

And when adjusted like a Seed
In careful fitted Ground
Unto the Everlasting Spring
And hindered but a Mound

Her Warm return, if so she chose -
And We - imploring drew -
Removed our invitation by
As Some She never knew.

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Who Court obtain within Himself
Sees every Man a King -
And Poverty of Monarchy
Is an interior thing -
No Man depose
Whom Fate Ordain -
And Who can add a Crown
To Him who doth continual
Conspire against His Own.

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Time feels so vast that were it not
For an Eternity -
I fear me this Circumference
Engross my Finity -
To His exclusion, who prepare
By Processes of Size
For the Stupendous Vision
Of his Diameters.

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I play at Riches - to appease
The Clamoring for Gold -
It kept me from a Thief, I think,
For often, overbold
With Want, and Opportunity -
I could have done a Sin
And been Myself that easy Thing
An independent Man -

But often as my lot displays
Too hungry to be borne
I deem Myself what I would be -
And novel Comforting

My Poverty and I derive -
We question if the Man -
Who own - Esteem the Opulence -
As We - Who never Can -

Should ever these exploring Hands
Chance Sovreign on a Mine -
Or in the long - uneven term
To win, become their turn -

How fitter they will be - for Want -
Enlightening so well -
I know not which, Desire, or Grant -
Be wholly beautiful.

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I watched the Moon around the House
Until upon a Pane -
She stopped - a Traveller's privilege - for Rest -
And there upon
I gazed - as at a Stranger -
The Lady in the Town
Doth think no incivility
To lift her Glass - upon -

But never Stranger justified
The Curiosity
Like Mine - for not a Foot - nor Hand -
Nor Formula - had she -

But like a Head - a Guillotine
Slid carelessly away -
Did independent, Amber -
Sustain her in the sky -

Or like a Stemless Flower -
Upheld in rolling Air
By finer Gravitations -
Than bind Philosopher -

No Hunger - had she - nor an Inn -
Her Toilette - to suffice -
Nor Avocation - nor Concern
For little Mysteries

As harass us - like Life - and Death -
And Afterwards - or Nay -
But seemed engrossed to Absolute -
With Shining - and the Sky -

The privilege to scrutinize
Was scarce upon my Eyes
When, with a Silver practise -
She vaulted out of Gaze -

And next - I met her on a Cloud -
Myself too far below
To follow her superior Road -
Or it's advantage - Blue.

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They called me to the Window, for
" 'Twas Sunset" - Some one said -
I only saw a Sapphire Farm -
And just a Single Herd -
Of Opal Cattle - feeding far
Upon so vain a Hill -
As even while I looked - dissolved -
Nor Cattle were - nor Soil -

But in their Room - a Sea - displayed -
And Ships - of such a size
As Crew of Mountains - could afford -
And Decks - to seat the Skies -

This - too - the Showman rubbed away -
And when I looked again -
Nor Farm - nor Opal Herd - was there -
Nor Mediterranean.

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The Tint I cannot take - is best -
The Color too remote
That I could show it in Bazaar -
A Guinea at a sight -
The fine - impalpable Array -
That swaggers on the eye
Like Cleopatra's Company -
Repeated - in the sky -

The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisite - to tell -

The eager look - on Landscapes -
As if they just repressed
Some Secret - that was pushing
Like Chariots - in the Vest -

The Pleading of the Summer -
That other Prank - of Snow -
That Cushions Mystery with Tulle,
For fear the Squirrels - know.

Their Graspless manners - mock us -
Until the Cheated Eye
Shuts arrogantly - in the Grave -
Another way - to see.

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Only God - detect the Sorrow -
Only God -
The Jehovahs - are no Babblers -
Unto God -
God the Son - disclose it -
Still secure -
God the Spirit's Honor -
Just as sure.

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'Twas a long Parting - but the time
For Interview - had Come -
Before the Judgment Seat of God -
The last - and second time
These Fleshless Lovers met -
A Heaven in a Gaze -
A Heaven of Heavens - the Privilege
Of One another's Eyes -

No Lifetime - on Them -
Appareled as the new
Unborn - except They had beheld -
Born infiniter - now -

Was Bridal - e'er like This?
A Paradise - the Host -
And Cherubim - and Seraphim -
The unobtrusive Guest.